The Hunt

Wolf led the hunting pack out of High Moon, eager to get some meat in his empty stomach. He had explained how the feeding order went to Spike, starting with Wolf and down from there, strongest to weakest. He was surprised, however, to hear that Quill had found out about it earlier. Spike had simply nodded his head, saying that it made sense. After the twins got their winter clothing on, Wolf called the other diamond dogs over and said they were going out for food. He was eager to see how the twins held up after their growth-spurts, and how much stronger they had gotten.

As they left High Moon out through the mansion and city, Quill took to the air, saying she’d keep an eye out for any big bucks or a pack of boars for the group. The rest of the group took off in the same direction she had flown, already on the lookout for any signs of wildlife.

After half an hour of trudging through the four inches of snow layering the ground, Quill returned to the group, a smirk on her face, only marred somewhat by the blood on it. Chuckling, she said, “Found a buck up ahead, already killed it. Follow me.”

Shaking his head, Wolf smiled. He should have figured Quill wouldn’t wait for the pack. Motioning for the rest of the group to follow, Wolf began loping behind Quill to find the kill.

A few minutes later, they found the still-bleeding buck, a large chunk of flesh missing from the side of its neck. The group congratulated Quill for finding such a big deer, especially since they hadn’t seen any signs of it. She was just glad to be able to eat - after Wolf had his fill, of course. Wolf went over to the deer and dug in. The winter hadn’t been particularly bad in terms of food, but whenever winter came around, he always felt hungrier.

The minutes passed as Wolf ate, while the rest of the group talked among themselves. Spirit and Fang were curious about the twins’ growth, wondering how much had actually changed for the two. Veil already knew most of what had changed for Spike, and she liked what she’d seen, not that she’d admit it to anyone. Quill said that she felt stronger, with Spike nodding his head in agreement. Neither twin had had a chance to put that to the test yet, though. Spike had a feeling that Wolf was not going to have such an easy time sparring with them whenever they next fought. He knew he was looking forward to sparring with the diamond dog, as he was starting to enjoy these chances to show how strong he’d grown.

Wolf got up from the kill, looking it over. With a deer as big as this, assuming the other dogs ate as much as they usually did, even adding the twins in, the odds were they would have more than enough to take back to High Moon. He got up and walked over to the group, saying that whoever was next was free to go. While normally Veil went before the two male betas, he figured that it would be Spike or Quill now that they were awake, but didn’t want to assume anything just yet.

Quill and Spike looked at one another, before turning to the beta dogs. Spirit and Fang gestured to the twins, indicating for them to go ahead. Both dogs knew they didn’t stand much of a chance against the younger dragons. Veil had turned away, not acknowledging the twins as she stood apart from the group, fists clenched at her sides.

Spike cocked his head, not sure what she was doing. She had been quieter than normal, even for her, since Wolf had said they were going hunting. “Veil, are you ok?” Spike asked, moving forward and putting a hand on her shoulder. “Is there something wro-”

“I don’t care if Quill goes ahead of me, Spike, but you’re not doing it without fighting me.” Veil’s voice was devoid of any emotion, and when she shrugged off Spike’s hand to turn around and face him, her eyes were hard.

“Wha… Fight you? Veil, why would I ever want to do that?” Spike asked, confused as to why she would start a fight over this. “And why don’t you mind if Quill goes ahead, if you’re so set with fighting me on this?”

“I’ve seen her train, Spike. I know she’s faster and stronger than me. All I’ve seen you do is train Cyclone on her magic, and get tossed around by Alpha. Besides, we need to do this,” Veil started, rolling her shoulders as she unsheathed her claws.

Spikes eye-ridges raised. “You’re really serious about this, Veily.”

A light blush came to Veil’s cheeks, and she snarled softly at him, “Not out in public, jerk.”

Spike chuckled softly, before looking back at the group. Quill had already started eating, and when he looked over at her, she just laughed before giving him a thumbs-up, saying, “Have fun with your lover’s spat, Spikey.” More blood splattered her chin as she grinned at him.

“Yeah, good luck man,” Fang said as he and Spirit backed away to give the two as much room as they might need. “You’re gonna need it. Word of advice, watch out for her legs.”

Spike quickly snapped his head over to Wolf, looking for some reason why everyone was acting like it was okay for him to fight Veil. “Wolf, help?”

Wolf only looked at Spike expectantly, nodding his head back toward Veil. “I’m just surprised she waited this long, Spike. Get to it,” he said, knowing that as a beta, Veil would want to be sure that a potential mate could handle himself in a fight. It would be his job to protect their family, if Veil chose to stay with him. Wolf assumed that Veil had waited this long to see what Spike’s growth-spurt would bring.

Spike looked back at Veil, still not enjoying what was going to happen. “I don’t like this, Veil.” Spike held up his hands while backing away slowly from Veil, who only advanced. “I don’t want to fight you. The last thing I want to do is hurt you,” he said softly, still hoping she wouldn’t press this.

Veil huffed and rolled her eyes. “Yeah, you hurt me. That’ll happen. You don’t get to use any magic, or your Element, either. I want to see what YOU can do. And this has to happen, Spike. I need to know you’re strong enough for Cy and me.”

Spike’s face scrunched a bit as he replied, “Is that what this is about? Veil, I was in the second invasion of Canterlot. I’m a knight now, too. Don’t you think that makes me-”

Veil cut him off by taking a swipe at his chest, telling him, “Stop stalling, Spike! If you don’t fight back then you’re just going to get hurt!”

Spike barely dodged her first swipe, though it did leave a small tear on the front of his jacket. He hadn’t expected her to cut him off by starting to attack. She followed the initial swipe up with another, this time aimed at his head, but now that she was attacking, Spike was ready for it. He easily stepped aside, still not sure why she would be so insistent about this. ‘I don’t want to hurt her, but…’ he thought to himself, not sure how he was going to end this without harming her.

Veil, for her part, didn’t want to do this either, but it was something she had to do. She needed to know that Spike was at least stronger than her, as she was the closest to Wolf in terms of fighting when it came to the diamond dogs. He’d been training her separate from the dragons, and while she wasn’t near his level, she’d gotten to be quite competent during her short time at High Moon.

‘Now if Spike would just actually FIGHT me,’ she growled to herself. So far, she hadn’t landed a single hit, every blow and swipe being blocked or avoided. “Damnit Spike, will you actually fight back?!” she growled, his reluctance just making her angrier.

Spike sighed, still just blocking the majority of her attacks. Veil had started adding kicks in, and she had some surprising strength in her legs. Veil threw kick for his face, and Spike blocked it - regretting it immediately when his forearm went numb for a second. He knew he wasn’t going to do that again. The next time she threw a kick out at him - for his midsection - Spike danced back, out of her reach. He knew he wasn’t the best fighter around, but he could tell that he was easily more than a match for Veil. So long as he didn’t get kicked by her. All he had to do was just figure out how to end this without harming her. An idea formed when she aimed another kick for his head.

“Veil,” Spike began, avoiding another swipe from her claws she aimed for his stomach, “Sorry about this.”

Veil growled again, getting more agitated as he still refused to fight her. She aimed another kick for his chest, asking, “Sorry about whaAAUGH!” Veil let out a yelp as Spike grabbed her leg before his tail wrapped around her other leg still on the ground, forcing her back down onto the snow. In a flash, Spike was on top of her, having pinned her arms above her head and putting his jaws on her throat. It took Veil a second to realize what happened, and then a heavy blush took over her face as she realized the position she and Spike were in.

Spike, for his part, was hoping this would be enough to get her to stop the fight. He held his position a moment longer, feeling her tail wrap around his leg, and a small whine come from Veil’s throat. Spike could feel her pulse speeding up, and he slowly took his jaws off her throat as he looked down at her eyes. They were wide, and her breath was short and hot, if the small clouds coming from her slightly gaping mouth was any indication. After meeting his gaze for a second, she looked away, softly saying, “Ok, you win. Now get off me.”

Spike didn’t say anything as he got up, putting a hand down for Veil to pull herself up. She took it, still not looking at him. After she was on her feet, she squeezed his hand for a moment before moving back to stand apart from the other betas. Spike looked at her, still worried. He motioned to the pair of betas dogs, saying, “I’m not really hungry, you guys go ahead.”

Spirit and Fang looked at him, unsure of going ahead of Veil as well. After they hadn’t moved for a few moments, Veil made a noncommittal gesture towards the deer as well, adding, “Me either. Knock yourselves out.”

Spirit and Fang looked at each other before shrugging, moving over to the deer. The minutes passed in silence, only broken by the sounds of the two eating. Quill eventually moved to stand by Spike, silently motioning her head towards Veil. Spike shrugged, unsure of how to approach the hound. She’d been prickly from time to time since Cyclone had convinced him that she wanted to join the two of them in a pack, but Spike had put it off as her just getting to know him. Cyclone had reassured him time and again that that’s how she was - prickly until she let down her walls, and for Spike, the walls had come down from time to time. And the times they had come down, well...

‘No idea what I’ll tell Cy now,’ he thought wryly. ’‘Hey, your best friend just challenged me to a fight, and I took her down without hesitation.’ Yeah, this’ll go over great.’ He started to move towards Veil, but a quick glance and shake of the head from her stopped him in his tracks. He sighed. This was going to be trouble.

Wolf just watched the group, having an idea of what Veil was doing. He’d only know for sure later, after they got back to High Moon. After he noticed Spirit and Fang getting up from the deer, he said, “Alright, folks, let’s clean what’s left of the deer and get going back home. I want out of this cold.”

After the few minutes it took for Wolf to clean the deer and hand out strips of meat for everyone to carry back, Quill took off in the air again, leading the way back for the rest of the pack. The group was quiet on the way back, most of them easily able to see that Spike and Veil weren’t in much of a talking mood, and not really finding much else to talk about on the way back.

As the pack came up on the doors leading into the mansion proper, Veil started to slowly move up behind Spike. With the help of Isis and Blaze, the mansion was now fitted with a set of wooden doors that acted just like the arcane doors in the temple, keeping the heat in for the dragons and general comfort of everyone else. As Wolf went up to the door to open them with his fire-stone collar, Veil grabbed at the sleeve of Spike’s jacket, getting his attention. Nodding away from the group with her head, she moved off to stand alone.

Spike turned over to Wolf and the rest of the group, saying, “We’ll be in in a bit.” Seeing Wolf just nod in reply, and ignoring Quill’s suggestive wagging of her eye-ridges, Spike handed off the meat he was holding to Fang, and moved over away from the door to see what Veil wanted.

Veil still wasn’t facing him, rubbing an arm as she looked off at nowhere in particular. She wasn’t entirely sure what she was going to say to Spike, but she knew she needed to explain her actions.

Seeing that the two were finally alone, she decided to begin. “Spike… how much has Cy told you about the pack I came from before I lived in White Tail?” Veil asked, thinking it was probably best to start from the beginning.

Spike cocked his head, not sure where the hound was going with this line of questioning. “Not really anything, just that it wasn’t a good pack. That much at least I’ve figured out from overhearing you talk about it, as well. No details, though. Why?”

Veil sighed to herself, before finally turning to look up at Spike through her hair. “It was a bad pack, yeah. The alphas lorded their power over the betas, and the betas had no real say in how the pack worked. The alphas abused their power, and… us. I ran away from that because I couldn’t handle it, because that’s not how a healthy pack runs.”

Spike chose to say nothing, letting the hound continue. “A healthy pack has a strong alpha or alphas, yes, but that’s just part of it. They also need to know what to do with that strength. How to help their pack grow. Both in individual strength, and together as an extended family.” A long sigh came before she went on, “You’re a wonderful drake, Spike. You’ve been nothing but patient and calm with me, in spite of how I’ve been acting for the past month and a half. In spite of how much I’ve pushed you and been… Ugh. I know it can’t have been easy, but… thank you.”

Spike moved forward, wrapping Veil in a tight embrace. “Veil, I-”

She nudged him in the stomach, hard enough to make him grunt. “I wasn’t done.” She leaned into the hug, nuzzling against his chest, enjoying the fabric of his jacket against her cheek. “The whole reason I’ve been treating you like this is to see if I could get some reaction out of you, something to prove you had the strength to actually take care of me and Cy. Something to prove that you weren’t worth Cyclone. I won’t ever let her be with a bad alpha, and up until today I wasn’t sure if you had what it took to make hard decisions. If someone ever threatened us and I wasn’t able to handle it...” She trailed off, afraid to even think of that outcome.

Spike smiled and moved one hand up to stroke his fingers through her hair. Her hair still fascinated him. It was something neither him or Cyclone had, and the sometimes-scruffy texture alone was enough to distract him. “Well, Veil, we both know I’m not perfect. I’ve made my fair share of mistakes, but I’m trying my hardest to not screw this up. As for me not really reacting to how you’ve been… I figured that was just how you were until you got used to me. I’ve seen you with Cyclone, I know how you really are.” Spike chuckled a moment, before continuing, “Besides, it’s been fun. I’ve loved our time together, Veily.” Spike squeezed her tighter for a moment, nuzzling into her hair and breathing out.

Veil kept quiet, just enjoying Spike’s warmth. It was nice not to have to act like the tough one for once. “Well, what you see is what you get, Spike. And… thank you. For giving me a chance. I promise, from here on out, I’ll... ” Veil choked on the words for a moment, still surprised that she was all-but ready to submit to Spike. “I’ll stop fi-”

Spike chuckled and squeezed Veil to him again, interrupting her. “Don’t say it, Veily. I’ve loved how aggressive you are, and I can’t imagine you changing it. I know you wouldn’t want to, anyways - it’s not who you are.” Spike stuck his tongue out at her, and she laughed softly.

’Maybe he does know me better than I figured,’ Veil thought to herself.

“Besides, Veil, I’m more than glad Cy convinced me. As for something, or someone, threatening you two...” A low growl escaped Spike, unbidden, when he thought of someone or something threatening either of his mates. “I wouldn’t be much of an alpha for you if I wasn’t around to handle something like that, would I?”

Veil just smiled into his chest, not sure what to say to that. She was glad that she’d taken the risk back at the fishing river, that Cyclone had gone to bat for her to convince Spike to let her join his pack. So far she hadn’t regretted it… and she was almost ready to tell him that.

An idea suddenly popped into Spike’s head, something he’d noticed when their fight had ended, and a sly grin found its way onto his face. With Veil all but saying that she was going to start treating Spike like her mate, Spike figured he could take a chance. He bent his head down towards her neck, and bit gently, growling into her. Veil’s eyes went wide, her tail shooting upwards, and she let out a small squeak, cheeks burning crimson. “Sp-Spike! What are-”

Spike chuckled softly, smiling as he interrupted Veil, “Looks like my pretty little beta hound enjoys being dominated. That’s certainly interesting to know, isn’t it?” He made a mental note to himself to find a way to get her to squeak again - that was probably the most adorable thing he’d heard out of her yet.

Veil’s normally dark-gray face was still a fiery red, and she refused to meet Spike’s knowing grin. “Would you just shut up and kiss me already, jerk?”

Spike’s grin became wider, and he took his hand out of her hair to turn her chin up so he could kiss her. The moment their lips met, Spike sighed softly and squeezed her tightly against him. Veil, for her part, melted into the kiss, glad to finally feel ok with just giving in to Spike. She gripped his jacket hard, crushing him down to her, wanting to feel as much of him as she could.

She lifted one leg against the side of his, trying to wrap it around him. Spike eventually got the idea and shifted one hand down to grasp the back of her thigh, brushing her rear. Veil moaned into the drake’s mouth, leaping up with her other leg to wrap both of them around his waist. Spike grunted before shifting both hands to be able to hold her up, gripping her thighs tightly and feeling her leg muscles flex.

The two of them were so busy enjoying each other that they failed to noticed the sound of the door into the ruins opening. Spike moved Veil over to the wall, sandwiching her between the it and himself. Another moan left Veil’s mouth as she felt her breasts get pushed against Spike’s hard chest, and from the drake moving his hands back down to her firm hindquarters.

Spike broke the kiss and moved back down to her neck, giving it a lick before he bit down, hard. Veil shuddered, her hot breath causing thick clouds of fog. Gripping Spike tightly with her legs, Veil felt a quickly growing bulge in Spike’s long denim jeans pressing against her. “Spike… Bedroom. Now,” she growled low, gripping the back of Spike’s jacket so hard she was surprised she didn’t tear it.

Spike chuckled against her neck, his hot breath cascading along her thick winter fur. She writhed against him, her sensitive neck seeming to be on fire. She hadn’t realized it was that much of a hotspot for her. “Anything you want, Veily.” Spike let her slide down against him, steadying her once she got her feet on the ground. He captured her lips in another aggressive kiss, tongue sliding in to wrap itself around hers. She let out a long, shuddering moan, knees feeling weak. ’How did he get so good at this so fast?’ Veil wondered to herself. Eventually, Spike pulled back from the kiss, and they both turned towards the door, before stopping with matching blushes.

“And here I was worried you two were going to be fighting,” a smug Cyclone said, happy to see they had worked out whatever their problem was. “Now, mind telling me what this fight you two had was all about?”

Spike looked down at Veil, but she just grabbed his arm, dragging him along to the door. When she passed by Cyclone, she grabbed the white dragoness’ sleeve as well, growling, “Later. Right now, Spike and I have a date in the bedroom. You’re coming too.”

Spike caught Cyclone’s eye and shrugged, grinning. She returned the smile, blushing at Veil’s aggressive side coming out. Veil reached the door, waving the stone on her arm-band in front of it, and the door opened slowly. She reached behind her and pushed her pair of mates ahead of her, not wanting them to see the blush on her face until she got it under control.

When they finally reached the bedroom, Veil quickly shoved Spike down onto the bed before jumping on top of him. Their lips sealed together again as she began grinding her hips into Spike’s, reaching a hand down between them to grope Spike’s balls through his jeans.

A deep growl came from Spike at Veil’s aggressiveness. His arms wrapped around her back before a hand locked itself in Veil’s shaggy black and white hair. Veil was furious in the kiss, her lips already parting to push her wide tongue in Spike’s mouth. Spike grunted from the vastly different texture of Veil’s flat, rough, tongue. It was a constant shock how it was almost an exact opposite to Cyclone’s thin, smooth, serpent tongue.

After a few more moments of pressing herself down against Spike, Veil finally pulled back. She sat up in Spike’s lap, both of them breathing heavily. They looked at each other, lust for the other in their eyes. Spike undid the clasp on his jacket, and tossed it off to one side of his bed. Veil’s eyes roamed down his body, nails trailing down his chest to his stomach. One hand slid up under his shirt to feel his abdominal muscles as he breathed, and Veil chuckled before meeting his eyes.

Spike could have sworn he heard a purr come from Veil as her nails tracked along his stomach. He moved one hand up along her arm, and another along her side - and she didn’t stop him when his hand caressed her shirt-covered breast. If anything, she leaned into his hand, growling as she licked her lips.

“Spike,” Veil growled low, eyes half-lidded. Her gaze slowly trailed back up until she met his emerald eyes. She picked at his collar with one hand before asking, “How much do you like this shirt?” She had a sly grin on her face, somehow unreadable to Spike.

Spike blinked up at her for a moment, somewhat distracted by her hands and confused by the question. “Uh, it’s just a shirt Veil, so-” Spike was interrupted by a loud shredding noise. Veil had unsheathed her larger claws and torn through Spike’s shirt with one hand.

Chuckling to herself, she resheathed her claws and leaned down. She slowly began licking from Spike’s stomach up to his muscular chest, enjoying the soft groans she earned from her drake. Grinning, she pressed her lips against Spike’s neck and nipped softly at it. “Whoops, slipped. So sorry, big guy,” she mockingly used Cyclone’s nickname for him. She then moved back up to seal Spike’s lips in a lust-driven kiss.

Spike tried to fight back, but Veil was wild, untamed. Her larger tongue gave her the advantage and forced him to think on his toes. When she stuck her tongue into his mouth again, Spike darted his own to circle around Veil’s thick muscle, causing her to moan loudly as her eyes opened wide.

Veil looked down into Spike’s green eyes, feeling the slyness coming from them. She playfully growled back at the drake before closing her eyes. Suddenly, Spike found his tongue being dragged back in Veil’s mouth, catching him off-guard before he regained control.

Veil wasn’t going to give herself to Spike so easily, apparently. It seemed that he still needed to prove that he was a suitable mate in a sexual manner, as well. Another idea found its way into Spike’s head, prompting him to slide a hand down to Veil’s bushy tail, taking hold of it and tugging on it softly.

The result was a squeal from Veil, telling Spike that he was going in the right direction. He slowly began to tug and pull at the hound’s tail harder, earning more approving noises from her.

While the two had been busy ‘acquainting’ themselves with one another, Cyclone had already stripped out of her clothing and climbed on the bed behind Veil. A wide smile slipped onto her lips as she got closer to Veil’s shapely rear. It wasn’t as big as her own, but Cyclone had to admit that she was very attracted to the fit body Veil had.

While the hound was busy dealing with Spike, Cyclone slipped her hands into the hemline of her black jeans, quickly slipping them down. Veil still seemed to not have noticed her, so Cyclone took hold of either side of the firm ass, and lifted it up so she could move her muzzle closer to Veil’s slightly damp flower.

Veil’s eyes shot open, and she suddenly broke the kiss with a sharp gasp. She looked over her shoulder to see Cyclone’s face behind her ass, looking back at the hound with a smirk on her face. “C-Cyclone, wh-what are you doing back there?”

“Oh, so you liked that, huh?” Cyclone teased as she met Veil’s gaze, seeing the bright blush on the hound’s face, her eyes screaming with need. “Well if that’s the case then…” Cyclone’s tongue again slithered out, mouth salivating at Veil’s heavy scent before moving to her dripping slit to take another curious lick.

Veil’s body quivered from the feeling of Cyclone’s serpent tongue dancing over her outer walls, causing her to moan and tilt her head back. This left her exposed for Spike to move up and start biting and kissing her neck again. Veil writhed in pleasure from both of her mates’ motions, which caused her to wiggle her backside out of Cyclone’s grip.

“Veil, hold still, will ya?” Cyclone whined while Veil looked back at the dragoness through her hair. The hound was already heavily panting, and her flower was beginning to drench Cyclone’s muzzle with its juices. However, Cyclone stuck out her bottom lip as she continued to pout about it. “Spikey, do something.”

Spike opened his eyes a bit to see Cyclone’s pout, chuckling, “I think I can do that.” He took his hands from Veil’s shoulders, trailing them down through her fur to her firm ass cheeks, and spread them open for Cyclone.

Veil bit her bottom lip to keep it from quivering, her body shaking from Spike’s scaled hands stretching her ass cheeks apart. As Spike kept his hands on the two mounds, Veil put her hands on his chest and pushed him to lay down before looking him in the eyes. Spike smirked at the look in Veil’s gray eyes, her ears pointed downward. She had never looked so cute before. When he told her how cute she looked, she just blushed before looking away, muttering, “Hate you… hate you both.” Spike chuckled before he started kissing his way from her cheek back down to her neck.

Cyclone’s attention, however, was entirely on Veil’s drooling flower, tempting her to move her hand towards it to rub at the outer walls. Her fingers were quickly coated in the slick juices coming out of Veil, causing Cyclone to giggle. “Wow, Veil must really be loving this, look at how wet she’s getting.”

Both mates looked back towards Cyclone’s hand, seeing the clear juices sticking to her fingers. Veil quickly turned her eyes away while Spike continued to grin at her. “Guess we shouldn’t keep her waiting then,” Spike said before he moved his mouth back to Veil’s neck, getting her to whine while Cyclone moved her muzzle back to her leaking flower.

Veil’s eyes almost rolled up into her skull from the teasing she was getting, wishing Spike would just roll her over and pin her down as her tongue rolled out of her gasping mouth. Her tail wrapped around the back of Cyclone’s head to keep the dragoness in between her legs.

Spike started rolling his hands on Veil’s firm cheeks, pushing and pulling them together while Cyclone’s tongue prodded at the entrance to Veil’s unpicked cherry. Veil’s breath started to come heavier, drool flowing down the tip of her tongue.

“Dr-Spike! Qu-quit playing a-around already,” Veil whined, her body trembling from Cyclone’s tongue slipping in and out of her slit. She was already fighting to hold off her climax.

Spike took one of his hands off of Veil’s ass, nudging it against Cyclone’s cheek. Cyclone got the hint, and after one last long, savoury lick of Veil’s entire slit, she moved away from Spike’s legs. The moment he felt that Cyclone was out of the way, Spike rolled Veil over to her back, surprising her and making her gasp.

Veil snapped her jaw shut to cut her gasp short as she turned it into a low growl. Her black jeans had slid further off her lower half, but still hung on, while Spike’s pants were left undone. “P-pants off… Spike,” she said with a light pant through her words.

Spike chuckled at Veil, placing his hands on either side of her head, looming over her. When he saw Veil give a small shudder, Spike blew out a small puff of gray smoke through his nose. Veil’s body shuddered again as she flashed a toothy smile. “Now, Drake.”

“As my beta wishes,” Spike said as he reached for the hemline of Veil’s jeans around her powerful thighs, pulling them straight off her legs with one tug. Veil giggled, which was a rare thing in its own right, as she ‘accidentally’ let her feet fall on Spike’s face and upper chest. “Someone is being frisky. Guess I better not keep her waiting,” Spike chuckled as Veil rubbed her feet on his chest and cheek. After rolling his eyes, Spike took hold of her ankles.

Veil’s response was to stick out her wide, flat, tongue at Spike before she sat up against the head of the bed, reaching for the hem of her shirt to pull it off her body. Spike smiled as he took a moment to admire Veil’s trim body and how well it fit her modest breasts. Between her breasts lay the necklace she’d gotten from Cyclone, cool and glinting in the dim light of their room. Spike reached out a hand to touch it gently, and it felt hot to the touch. Smiling, he kissed one of Veil’s ankles, and turned it into a trail of kisses down her leg. When he reached her flower, he took in a deep breath through his nose, his lungs filling with Veil’s musk. A growl escaped from deep in Spike’s throat, and he roughly pulled Veil towards him by her legs, forcing his muzzle up against her flower.

Veil yelped as he pulled her down, surprised at how forceful he was suddenly being. She blushed and covered her mouth with her hands, embarrassed that he’d gotten her to react like that. She let out a gasp when she felt his tongue prodding at her flower, and her hips bucked to grind against his face.

Spike looked up to meet her eyes, and place his hands on her hips to keep her in place. He slowly began kissing his way up her body, starting with her lower hips and moving on to her stomach. He could feel the muscles moving under her skin, and lightly nipped at her, getting an encouraging coo from the hound. He went back to making kisses along her skin, enjoying the feeling of her fur against his face.

When Spike reached the space between Veil’s breasts, her fingers moved down to scratch the back of his head, enjoying his attention too much to really guide him. He softly kissed Veil’s necklace, wondering how Veil wore it all the time if it always felt this hot. Spike moved to capture one of her breasts in his mouth, and she moaned in pleasure as she dug her nails into the scales on the back of his neck. She knew his scales were too tough to pierce unless she was using her larger claws, so she wasn’t worried about hurting him.

Spike bit down softly on the nipple he was over, tugging slightly and getting Veil to hiss. He let go and kissed it before moving to the other breast to suck on it. Her breasts weren’t nearly as large as Cyclone’s - but they were Veil’s, so they were perfect. Spike opened his eyes and looked up at Veil. Her own eyes were half lidded, nearly drunk with pleasure and lust, and she licked her lips when she met his eyes.

Spike grinned before rushing up to seal his lips against Veil’s, grinding his still-clothed hips against her. He barely noticed that he was smearing her juices on his pants. Veil, on the other hand, did.

“Pants off, Drake,” she growl against his lips, hooking her fingers in his waistband and trying to tug them down.

Moving his lips back to her neck, Spike let out a low moan as Veil’s nails scratched their way up his back, and she pushed him off her. As Spike stood back up, he failed to notice Cyclone moving in behind him, reaching for the hem of his pants before yanking them down. Spike gave a yelp of surprise as his member suddenly erupted from its prison.

Cyclone giggled at the blush on Spike’s face, as his throbbing member leaked clear juices from the tip and onto Veil’s nether regions. Veil sucked air in through her teeth, hissing under her breath, “H-hot…” as Spike’s shaft continued to throb against her clenching flower.

“You didn’t forget about little old me, now did you Spikey?” Cyclone teased before kissing the side of Spike’s neck. One of her hands moved down to Spike’s groin, grasping his dick and pumping it against Veil’s pussy. She loved feeling the barbs along the sides, and the thick ridges on the bottom. She also loved how wet Veil was - she knew the hound was going to enjoy herself… and it let her lube Spike up for her pack-sister.

Spike chuckled as he tilted his head to the side to give Cyclone more room to kiss and lick his neck, slowly moving his hips against Veil and through Cyclone’s hand. “Heh, no, but you did catch me by surprise there,” Spike admitted as he began moving his hips faster when Veil started to buck hers back with need. “Ready Veil?”

“Y-yeah, j-just not too fast,” Veil stammered, remembering back to this morning, and how Cyclone had a tough time getting out of the bed from the soreness. She wasn’t sure what she would do if she had to go hunting like that.

Spike gave a small nod before Cyclone let go of him and moved her hands up to feel Spike’s chest, pressing herself against his back and humming against his neck. Spike pulled his hips back to line up the tip of his shaft with Veil’s entrance. He gripped her hips, claws brushing up through the fur along her thighs, and pushed forward, managing to get the head of his cock into the hound’s inviting pussy. Veil’s back arched from the immense heat coming off Spike’s shaft, gritting her teeth as she braced herself to take Spike’s full girth.

Every slow, agonizing inch was just as hot as the last, and Spike’s shaft only grew thicker as the smooth barbs started sliding in. Veil’s hands shot down to grasp Spike’s wrists, bucking her hips to try and take more of him into her.

Spike was holding up about as well as Veil. Somehow, Veil felt tighter than Cyclone did, and the feeling was causing him to grit his teeth while thin lines of faded-gray smoke left his nostrils. Spike guessed that it was the difference in body types between Cyclone and Veil; Cyclone’s curvy, feminine body versus Veil’s lean and muscular one.

His claws tightened on Veil’s slender waist when he felt the thin seal lining Veil’s tight walls. “Are you ready Veil?” Spike asked with a small huff in his voice, as it was hard to hold himself back with how tight Veil was.

The hound couldn’t answer verbally as her mouth shuttered open and closed before she kept it shut with her eyes clenching, tears at the corners. Veil shook them off, opening her eyes to meet Spike’s and nodding her head.

Spike returned the nod before pulling his hips back a bit, which was difficult due to Veil’s walls clamping down around him suddenly. Groaning in pleasure, Spike pushed forward, breaking Veil’s hymen in one single fluid motion. Veil’s back arched up, eyes shooting open wide as her mouth opened with no sound coming out.

The feeling was… incredible! Immensely hot and painful, but for some reason, Veil absolutely loved it as a smile came onto her lips, her tongue wetting her lips. Spike remained still for a moment as Veil’s body trembled around him, her folds squeezing around his barbed member.

Once Veil had finally calmed down, Spike began to slowly move out of her, causing her to let out small howls as her ears furiously twitched about. However, Spike could tell that Veil wanted him to continue as he began to gently roll his hips into her with a grunt of effort.

“C-c’mon Spike…” Veil beggingly moaned as her legs pressed firmly against the bedsheets, her clawed toes digging into the fabric. Spike did what she wanted and started to pick up the pace of his thrusting, pushing more of his shaft into Veil each time.

Soon Veil’s tight constricting walls started to stretch to accommodate Spike’s girth, allowing him to push even further into the hound’s depths. Veil’s hands moved up to her slightly bouncing breasts, taking hold of her firm mounds to pinch her hardened nipples in between her claws.

Each push and pull of Spike’s enormous shaft pushed Veil closer to the edge thanks to the ridged bottom and barbed sides. Veil tried to flex and tighten her legs to try and stave off the building pressure inside of her, somewhat afraid of what would happen if she let it burst. It felt as though she was going to explode.

One of her legs moved off of the bed to weakly kick at Spike’s chest. However, the drake simply took hold of the back of her thigh with his hand while the other moved to keep down Veil’s other leg. Spike moved down slightly to kiss the back of her calf, and give her a sly grin, feeling how weak her legs were at the moment.

That was it. The ease of which Spike was able to take control of her, and know it, was the last straw. Veil’s entire body shook as she let out a loud howl that turned into a small roar, her walls clamping down on Spike’s shaft, gushing streams of her juices out around the drake and herself.

Spike let out a snort of gray smoke from his nose, gritting his teeth as Veil’s silky walls started milking his shaft for all it was worth. Bucking his hips into Veil one last time, Spike felt his balls clenching before they emptied themselves into Veil. He let a low groan out as his release hit, occasionally managing to say Veil’s name as he poured himself into her.

“Aah! S-so hot!” Veil writhed from the sudden surge of heat flooding her core, causing her to let out smaller howls as her body moved about, hips bucking of their own accord. Eventually, Spike’s shaft had given all that it could, finally allowing Veil to rest back down on the bed, while the excess of Spike’s massive load leaked out of her still-twitching flower.

Both were panting heavily for breath as they continued to come down from their orgasms. Spike let Veil’s legs go limp on the bed as he began moving down towards her, with Cyclone taking up the right side. He placed a hand on the headrest above Veil’s head, locking half-lidded eyes with each other. Spike trailed one claw along Veil’s jaw, enjoying the look in Veil’s eyes.

Veil smiled, “Th-thanks Spike... “

Spike took a moment to simply look down at Veil’s tired form. Fur and hair were both matted down by sweat and their mixed orgasmic juices, her ears tilted down sideways with a blush across her gray cheeks. “Thanks for what?” he soon asked through low, drawn-out breaths.

Cyclone and Veil looked and smiled at each other, before turning to look at Spike. Cyclone’s tail wrapped around Spike’s, answering, “For being you. For agreeing to take care of us, Spike. For being the drake, and alpha, the both of us dreamed about for so long.”

A smile grew on Spike’s face as he let out a small chuckle before he laid down in between his two mates, holding the both of them in his strong arms. “Girls, you know I love the both of you. I’ll always protect you. Truth be told, you two may have saved me from myself. So if anyone has to say thank you, it should be me.”

Both Veil and Cyclone wrapped an arm around Spike’s neck while they intertwined their fingers underneath him. Veil reached down and grabbed their blankets, pulling them up over the trio, and they all closed their eyes as they began drifting off to sleep. However, their nap was prematurely cut off when the roaring growls of Spike and Veil’s stomachs forced the three to open their eyes.

“Uh, guys, you did eat today right?” Cyclone questioned as she looked between the two. When she got nothing but blushes from both of her mates, Cyclone giggled before wiggling out of Spike’s grasp. “I’ll go get you guys something out of the kitchen,” she said after getting dressed in one of Spike’s dark-blue shirts and a pair of her pants before stepping out of the room with a small kick in her step.

Spike chuckled as he filled in the empty space left behind by Cyclone. Veil quickly moved to rest her head on top of Spike’s chest, her arms wrapping themselves around his neck. “Comfortable?” Spike asked, draping an arm around Veil’s back to hold her closer. His other hand went up to her hair, and he started to lose himself in the scruffy texture.

Veil nuzzled against Spike’s chest before letting out a small sigh, enjoying his claws in her hair. “Yeah, thanks Spike. It really means a lot for you to promise to take care of me and Cy. I know we’re asking a lot but it’s… it’s comforting just to know.”

Enjoying the peaceful atmosphere, Spike rested his chin on top of Veil’s head, closing his eyes just to feel the warmth of Veil’s thick winter fur against his scales. “Well, like I said, you two helped save me from myself. I might not have had the will to fight my ghost-heart if it hadn’t been for Cy, and then you. Besides, this feels right, you know?” Veil simply laid on top of Spike, closing her eyes as she thought back to yesterday.

“Spike… Can I ask you something?”

With eyebrows raised, Spike responded, “Yeah, you can always ask me anything, Veily.”

“What you asked me yesterday, I want to know your answer.” Spike was confused for a moment, before he realized what she was talking about. He sighed as his grip on Veil tightened for a moment, staying quiet to order his thoughts. “Spike, I want to hear your answer.” Veil rose from the bed, looking down at Spike as her shoulder-length hair fell over her shoulders, brushing against Spike’s chest. Her necklace hung between them on its thin chain, dangling.

Spike turned his eyes away from Veil’s for a moment, but he could still feel her demand for an answer from him; he knew she wasn’t going to give up. “Fine,” Spike sighed. He turned to look Veil in the eyes, noticing a faint red glow coming from them. ‘Must have something to do with being a canine.’ Spike spared this thought for later as he took in a deep breath to answer Veil’s question.

“Honestly, and I know this is going to sound backwards, but… I don’t think I would be able to control myself if they tried to do anything to Cyclone.” A small pause stopped the drake as he took in a slow, drawn, breath. “Cyclone said that she’s okay, but I know that she’s just saying that to stop us from ever wanting to take revenge for her. What happened to her wasn’t right, and it burns me to know that there’s nearly nothing we can do about it. The things I would do though...” Spike closed his eyes as he tried to calm himself down.

“So you’re just gonna forget it? Let them get away with hurting our Cyclone?” Spike sighed from Veil’s upset and angry tone of voice. He opened his eyes and met hers, and she was shocked at how hard his eyes had gone.

“I’ll protect the both of you. Nobody will ever hurt her, or you, ever again. Not while I can stop them.” Spike wrapped his arms around Veil’s back, holding her tightly as she shivered slightly; her mind was on how helpless she would be against the fury of dragons that had hurt Cyclone. Veil was a strong fighter, especially for a beta diamond dog, but against those dragons... “I’ll fight for the both of you, and I will find a way to come back to you; victorious or not. This is my vow as your knight, Veil.” Spike had made the same promise to Cyclone, and he knew he would fight just as hard for Veil. They were what mattered to him most, now. He’d do whatever it took to protect them.

Drawing a slow breath, Veil placed her head down against Spike’s throat, giving herself in to his warmth yet again. Spike had proven himself more than to be fit their mate, in her mind. If there was anyone that she wanted to father her cubs, it was Spike.

“Thank you Spike, I love you.” She kissed his throat, before nipping at it softly. She let out a low chuckle when she felt something throb against her waist. Putting her lips against his throat again, she slid a hand down his scaled chest and further down, softly grabbing him where he had began to harden again. “Someone’s excited here, huh?”

Spike placed a kiss on her forehead before answering. “Not like I can help it, but aren’t you sore?”

Veil growled softly against his throat, murmuring, “You might be able to beat me in a fight, but you’re in trouble if you think I’m going to let you off so easily.” She dragged her nails up along his shaft, revelling in feeling Spike’s body shudder under her.

“Well, if that’s how you feel Veil, then-” Spike was attempting to get up to roll Veil over again, when she shoved him back down, growling loudly at him. When he looked up at her, surprised, the smirk on her face was only made more alluring due to the light blush on her cheeks.

“Nope, big guy. This time,” Veil stopped to lean down to Spike’s ear-frill, nipping it as she breathed hotly against it. Her hair tickled his face, and she heard Spike breathe in deeply to get a strong whiff of her scent. “This time, I’m on top.” She sat back up in Spike’s lap and gave him a wicked grin. “This time, I ride you.” She emphasized the final word by grinding herself against Spike, trying to muffle the moan from the feeling of his length growing against her flower.

“Oh?” Spike asked, returning the smile, his face flushed from excitement and arousal. “Is that how we’re going to do this?” Spike’s hands trailed up her legs until he got to her waist, and started kneading the furred flesh there. For some reason, he found his eyes drawn once more to the hound’s necklace, and an idea began to form in his mind… something he’d have to remember for later. Right now, there was Veil in his lap, demanding his attention.

Veil flexed one hand, and her larger set of claws came out. Gently, she trailed them down her scaled lover’s chest. “Mmmmmhm… and maybe we’ll let Cyclone join in when she gets back.”

Spike’s grin just got wider, and he pulled Veil’s unsheathed claws up to his lips, gently kissing each sharp claw. “Then let’s see what you have, my little puppy.”